Love is waking up to have you all up in my face, I'm honored Son to have you venture all up in my space, real talk my space is yours; the mirror's there, my face is yours, your Pops is in the building; guaranteed you're safe fa' sure.
Love is my emotions as I sit and watch you sleep, my eyes begin to moisten 'cause this love just rocks you deep, if you're a parent then you'll comprehend these words no doubt, but fathers and their firstborn sons indeed deserve no doubt.
Love is in the future; wond'ring how will things occur, each day I watch you grow and what my mind has seen occur, is football, fun, and girlies; helping you to see a plan, to discipline your mind 'cause you'll need it to be a man.
Love is knowing that the road is paved with yellow bricks, you'll have to go through something Son to get to better sh!t, experience will make this human fellowship a book, that'll take your life to read; be sure you listen as you look.
Love is realizing that someday we'll end; goodbye, but that's all in a future of the who, what, when, and why, until then Son I'll cherish every breath we get to share, upon your lifelong journey and the tests to get you there.
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